The eyeball that fell out of the envelope startled me. It couldn't be Grandpa's, could it? But on second thought, obviously impossible, grandpa received the mail before, after the disappearance, the eyeball must be someone else's.
There was nothing in the letter except the sticky eyeball. It was very strange. What was the person who sent it trying to tell Grandpa? Why did Grandpa suddenly disappear?
The more I thought, the more confused I became. I scratched my head hard and sat down irritably.
Grandpa said that everything should be seen through the phenomenon of the essence, when you can not think of a thing, start from the most basic point to consider.
I looked around and saw that everything in the library was neatly arranged, the doors and Windows were in good condition, and Grandpa had not been forcibly taken away, that is to say, he had left home after receiving the letter.
Since it was a letter, it must have conveyed a message that only Grandpa could read, and that I should be able to read as well.
The sender's message to Grandpa is on this eyeball!
I turned on the lamp and examined the eyeball under the lamp. Judging from the opacity of the lens, the eyeball had been detached from the body for less than three hours, and a small nerve was attached to the back of the round eye. After a minute or so of checking and rechecking, I came to two conclusions: first, the victim was still alive when the eyeball was removed; Second, the killer's technique is brilliant, live extraction of eyeballs without causing any damage, you know eyeballs are very fragile organs, this technique is comparable to surgeons!
There were some small granular objects on the eyeball, I got a little rub with my fingers, found that it was sawdust, put it under my nose, there was a loose smell.
I remembered that there is a wood processing plant in the north of the county, where the pine trees transported from other places are polished into wood boards for furniture, so the eyeball must have come from there. What the sender wants to convey is: there is a man in danger at the wood processing plant, which is an invisible threat, so grandpa is in a hurry to save people!
I did not care too much, picked up a flashlight and ran out of the house, the night road is very dark, the laneway from time to time bursts of barking, I ran to the north of the county, saw the wood processing plant standing in a dark.
There was a wall round the outside of the factory, and the big iron door had been opened, and the lock lay on the ground, with a piece of wire in the hole.
This proves that I was right. The sender is here, and maybe Grandpa is in there. But my heart is a little timid, the sender is certainly not what kind, should I call the police first?
I didn't have a cell phone at that time, so running back to the police was a little unrealistic, and every second Grandpa could be in danger.
So I picked up a stick from the ground, walked towards the factory, walking I saw a warehouse light, now turn off the flashlight, both hands hold the stick, carefully touched the past!
The warehouse was stacked with timber yards up to the high roof, which was covered with tarps, and I walked in the silence and felt very nervous.
Turning a corner, I suddenly saw two people in front of me, one was a middle-aged fat man I didn't know, sitting in a chair with his head tilted and his clothes open. I saw a big blue dragon tattooed on his chest, a rag stuffed in his mouth, two empty eye sockets, and the strange thing was that there was not a drop of blood left around the eye sockets, on his face, or on his clothes.
He had a black plastic bag in his hand, and it looked like something was inside!
Another person was lying in the open space not far away, wearing a red Tang suit, foot thousand-layer cloth shoes, I recognized that it was grandpa!
I did not care to check the middle-aged fat man's death, quickly ran over, jumped on grandpa, his hands and feet are very cold, the heartbeat has been completely gone, the pupil began to slowly spread. I put my hand under Grandpa's nose, and it took a few seconds before there was an extremely faint breath.
My eyes were instantly wet and I shouted, "Grandpa, you have to hold on, I'll call someone right away!"
I shouted several times, hoping to arouse his consciousness, Grandpa's lips moved slightly, in a very subtle voice said: "Yang er."
"Grandpa, don't die, I'll call an ambulance right away!" Call the best doctor!"
"No..." "It's too late," he said with great difficulty.
Hearing this, my heart was wrenched, and tears poured out of my eyes. Grandpa spoke again, speaking very slowly, as if he had exhausted every word. I hoped he could save some strength, but I didn't dare interrupt him.
Grandpa said, "Yang Er... Grandpa's time has come... In the future, even if you practice medicine, Grandpa will not stop you... But hearing the three words' Jiangbei remnant knife '... Be sure to Be sure to stay far away."
I held his hand, because the crying voice was out of tune: "Grandpa, what Jiangbei residual knife, is the bastard who hurt you?" I will avenge you."
'No! He hugged me tightly with his dry hands and looked me in the eye. "Promise me."
I nodded vigorously.
Grandpa showed a happy expression, slowly swallowed breath, I knelt on the ground sobbing.
As I cried, I suddenly saw a horrible shadow flickering on the ground. The tears stopped. Judging from the position of the light and the clarity of the shadow, the man was standing close to me and behind me.
But I could not detect the slightest breath of a living person, as if it was not a living person at all, and I even wondered if it was the fat man who had his eyes gouged out.
No, that's obviously not possible!
Because the shadow was tall and thin, just then his right hand rose slowly, and he held something in it that seemed to be a shadowy machete.
I stood up, but was immediately a cold and sharp thing through the clothes against the waist.
The shadow said in a dark voice, "Don't look back, see my face, and you won't get out alive."
It sounded strange, unisex, unisex, as if it had been treated with a special device.
I was afraid and angry that this man must be the murderer who lured my grandfather here to kill him, but I was unarmed and had no ability to fight him, even if I was killed here, no one would know.
"What's your name?" "Asked the shadow.
"Song... Sun!" I replied.
"So Song Zhaolin has a grandson, did he teach you anything?" The shadow asked again.
"Not taught anything." I replied.
"Oh, yeah!" A sullen laugh came out of the shadow's mouth: "Do you want to live?"
This time I didn't answer, I just nodded.
"Well, I'll give you a question, I'll let you go if you can't answer it, and go to hell with your grandfather!"
I shivered, ashamed of my impotence and cowardice at the moment. The murderer who killed my grandfather was clearly close at hand, but I did not even dare to look at him, and even let him play with me like a mouse caught by a cat.
But the desire to live made me nod.
"The question is very simple, as long as you can see how your grandfather died, I will let you go!" The shadow began.